Miha

“That's what liberty is,I thought.To have a passion,to amass pieces of gold and suddenly to conquer one's passion and throw the treasure to the four winds. Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too,another form os slavery?To sacrifice oneself to an ideea,to a race,to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the thether of our slavery? Then we can enjoy ourselves and frolic in a more spacious arena and die without having come to the end of the thether.Is that,then,what we call liberty?”
― Nikos Kazantzakis

“All I can say is, it's a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch, the lost children, on this the suicided parents, here the beloved mentally ill siblings. When something terrible happens, you discover all of the sudden that you have a new set of relatives, people with whom you can speak in the shorthand of cousins.”
― Elizabeth McCracken, An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination

“The memory of having sat at someone's feet will later make you want to trample him underfoot.”
― Sōseki Natsume, Kokoro

“Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either. Hope is cruel, and has no conscience.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón